A ring accompanied by a vibration broke through the silence of a deep sleep. Jolted awake, she looked around for her phone. Debating whether or not to throw it against the wall or answer it, she chose the latter and pressed the button.

"Eames."

"Is this Detective Alexandra Eames?" A male voice came over the phone.

"It's too early to tell." Eames wasn't sure where that came from but she definitely wasn't in the mood to apologize.

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm Alex Eames."

"Ms. Eames, my name is Michael Rutledge. I'm the warden at Queensboro Correctional Facility." As the words came out, Eames' sleepiness lifted and she was on high alert.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling about a prisoner here, last name of Delgado. He was attacked yesterday during their recreational period."

"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy." She chided. "What does that have to do with me?"

"He's asking for you." Alex didn't say anything. The warden continued. "He told me to tell you that he knows who really killed Joe Dutton."

In that moment, all of the air left Alex's body and she nearly fell off of her bed.

This was the longest drive of her life. A pretty bold statement considering the fact she was the one who had to tell her father his wife had died. That was a horrible day. No. Not now. Stay focused. She mentally scolded herself for allowing that memory to seep through. After debating whether or not to get out of the car, she entered the main check in area and identified herself.

"What is the purpose of your visit, Detective?" A man, mid-thirties, with short brown hair in an impeccably ironed uniform queried.

Wow. Was that ever a loaded question. "I'm here to see a prisoner. Last name Delgado." Before the man could speak, Warden Rutledge appeared from behind the door.

"Detective. You're here early."

Refraining from giving him an answer, she chose to stay on point. "Is he ready?"

Rutledge nodded. "Follow me."

Alex did. Reluctantly and anxiously. With each step she took, he heart pounded against her sternum. I can't do this. No, I have to. Joe would want me to get answers for him. No, he wouldn't. He's want me to move on. What am I doing? That last question would to have to wait as she found her footsteps stop before a door. "He's all yours." The warden opened the door.

Releasing a breath, she didn't know she had, she entered the room. The hair on her neck stood up as she looked at the man who took Joe away from her. "Hello, Detective."

"Delgado."

"Aw, come on. No hello back. Manners, Alexandra. Those are important."

"What do you want?" She wasn't going to play his game.

He leaned back in bed and folded his arms across his body. "So many things." His eyes travelled from the bedside table up to her eyes.

Fighting the urge to either throw up or punch this piece of trash square in the jaw, Eames steadied herself. "You have information on the Joseph Dutton case?"

Delgado smirked. "Maybe."

"Hm. Okay." Alex shrugs and begins to stand.

"Well, Detective, don't you want to catch a cop killer?" She sat back down.

"So, tell me then." She prodded. "Why do you care?"

His smirk disappeared. "What does it matter?"

That was the answer she had expected but not the manner in which he gave it to her. Now her interest was piqued. Was he telling the truth? Did he really know who killed my husband?

Just as Eames was about to reply, her cell phone rang. After summoning the guard to let her out, she answered. "Eames."

"Body found." A male voice came over the phone.

Eames listened to the details. "On my way." Without addressing the guard, she went to retrieve her things and headed for the crime scene.

While part of her was happy to be out of there, the rest of her was wondering just how much Delgado knows. Assuming he's telling the truth. She reminded herself. Pulling into the crime scene, Alex was met by a uniformed officer.

"What do we got?" Eames asked as she put on a pair of gloves.

The young lady began her report. "Female, approximately 18 to 20 years old was beaten to death in the apartment building's staircase." Flipping through her notes. "We still don't have an I.D. We've been canvasing the building, talking to the residents, but no one seems to know her or saw anything."

Alex laughed slightly. "They wouldn't tell us even if they did. They don't like us much." She motioned her head towards a cracked door behind the officer. An older woman, who as peeking through the door, quickly shut it the moment she knew she had been caught.

"Detective." A man called out for Eames. "We found something." He handed her a wallet. "I think it's hers."

"The picture matches." The female officer chimed in. They hadn't noticed their lead detective lose all the color in her face. She read the name over and over again. 'AnnMarie Delgado.'

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry it's been so long. Life is crazy. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you liked it. Unlike my previous story, I will more than likely not be able to update as quickly as I did before. Working and going to school tends to stifle one's creativity and take away time to write. However, I do have some ideas and can't wait to share them with you. Please read and review.